Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 241

 Chapter 241 The End of Bracken

 Time passes bit by bit.

 Dusk is coming.

On the hillside, Rhaegar lay flat on the soft grass with his hands under his head.

Beside him, the glutton stood standing, with the front paws of its wings resting on the ground, its neck stretched out and its pupils tightly closed.

  Like the driver, he is recharging his energy.

Huh~

A gust of dusk wind ruffled his hair, Rhaegar shook his head, his eyes bright and bright.

 Looking at the fiery clouds on the horizon and the sun gradually setting in the west.

 He is waiting.

 Wait until the sun completely sets.

Waiting for Bracken to spend the last minute and second of peace and fear.

 Shili City.

 Thought for a while and said seriously: "Rega can solve it by himself."

 But the officers and soldiers don't understand!

That giant dragon has been exuding a strong and terrifying aura.

Rhaegar's proclamation had spread throughout the army.

“No, it was the count who asked me to come...”

Syracuse and Menghuo were lying at the foot of the mountain, watching the gluttons on the hillside with vigilance.

 Both officers and soldiers noticed this bearish-looking ex-maester.

 The inner wall of the barrel should have slightly uneven textures to increase adaptability.

 No matter how impregnable the castle is, the dragon flames cannot escape!

 Down the hillside.

 After being made, it should be stored in sealed wooden barrels.

 Getting no response from her sister, Helena shook her hand and frowned: "Brother is unhappy, we have to help him."

"Oh fine."

 Coarse sand is mixed with stones and soil, which does not reduce shaking at all.

On the outskirts of the forest, Toru looked frightened and was trembling all over.

 “Sister, the sun is going to set.”

In the flames, subtle screams and the sound of burning flesh and blood could still be heard.

 The army was ready to go, sharpening their swords.

　　True hesitated and told a little lie.

 In the sacred forest, the green fire is burning brightly.

 Soldiers hauled barrels of wildfire toward the city wall.

The officer said solemnly, "What are you doing here? You should be making wildfires in the cellar."

Rhaenyra looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to be so sensitive.

 He told another little lie.

 When transporting wooden barrels containing wildfires, they must be paved with soft sand to prevent them from shaking and causing an explosion.

Helena opened her eyes wide and pointed at the sunset while speaking.

 At this moment, the castle was in a state of chaos.

Everyone knew that the end of Brecon was as the sun set.

Tulu's legs hidden under the gray robe were trembling, and he stiffened his neck and said: "You only need to carry sand. There is no difference between coarse sand and fine sand."

 Having moved halfway, I ran into trouble.

Rhaenyra held her chubby hand and looked at the sunset as well.

The officer asked doubtfully: "What did the Lord ask you to do?"

 The dragon flames are accumulated in the chest.

Tru came with small steps, a pair of small eyes twinkling, and two restless hands stirring in his sleeves.

 At that time, he will ride the Glutton and re-enact the burning of Harrenhal by Aegon the Conqueror.

“I am the maker of wildfire, and of course I will help you move it efficiently.”

 Helena frowned and kicked the grass under her feet.

 An officer shouted: "Tell the civilians to sift the sand quickly. Sand is needed to carry the wildfire."

 Wildfires are extremely unstable and explosive fuels.

　　Sneaking back to the castle while he was not paying attention.

They are just a group of rough guys marching and fighting, and they don't understand the strict requirements of alchemy and creation.

It doesn't take a second to think about what they do as described above.

The officer pretended to think and agreed: "Okay, just use coarse sand and tell the civilians to bring more."

This is how work is, if you can cut corners and save effort, no one will take it seriously.

The little conspiracy succeeded, Tru's heart was beating fast, and he tiptoed away.

 He entered the castle, walked to the hidden attic, and found a secret compartment.

 The secret compartment was opened, and a letter was hidden inside.

The letter reads;

“The Bracken family was bewitched by witches and betrayed their beliefs, and will be punished.”

"I'm leaving, there is a secret passage in the horse corridor..."

 This is a letter left by the old bachelor of House Bracken.

 He had a premonition that something was going to happen and ran away through the secret passage in advance.

　　After Toru read the letter, he kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

 He is also going to run away.

 At sunset.

The sky is dim, and the setting sun is setting little by little, reflecting the last touch of red.

on the hill.

The glutton swayed its body, a pair of wings spread out like black curtains covering the sky, its neck stretched forward, and its green vertical pupils flashed ferociously.

 “Uh-huh! The sun is setting!”

Rhaegar groaned and sat up with his hands on the grass, his cervical spine tired.

"Roar…"

The glutton roared low and crawled to the ground for the driver to ride on.

It can't wait to burn the city.

 “Good fellow, you are my companion for life.”

Rhaegar stroked the glutton's dark scales, his smile as pure as when he was a child.

It's hard to imagine what the Targaryens would be like if they lost their dragons.

 Climb up the ladder and make a saddle.

Rhaegar took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Glutton, fly!"

 “Hiss…”

The glutton raised his head and roared, fluttering his wings and flying high into the sky.

The sun has completely set.

The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, and Shili City is shrouded in darkness.

“Keep your eyes wide open to prevent the enemy from touching me!”

Officers dressed as knights patrolled the battlements and scolded the lower-level soldiers.

The soldiers remained silent and patrolled around with torches. However, the sky was dark and it was difficult to see clearly beyond a certain range.

 A tall soldier secretly communicated with his companions: "Do you think the dragon will burn the lord to death?"

The companion rolled his eyes and said in disgust: "Before the dragon burns the lord to death, he will definitely burn us all to death."

 You idiot, you are still worried about others.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　hurrah—

Suddenly, there was a sound of flapping wings, and the flames on the torches swayed in the cool breeze.

 “Be alert! The dragon is coming!”

The officer shouted loudly and drew his sword.

The soldiers were tense, holding weapons in their hands, back to back and staring in one direction.

Unfortunately, the sound seemed to appear out of thin air, and the dragon could not be seen at all.

 A drop of cold sweat dripped down his cheek. A soldier's body trembled and he swallowed unconsciously.

This feeling of waiting for death is really **** torture.

 “Listen carefully, the sound disappears.”

Suddenly, a soldier spoke in surprise.

Others pricked up their ears and found that the sound was gone.

"Could it be that the dragon flew over the city wall and didn't care about us?"

 The soldier who was lucky murmured softly.

The soldiers thought it was reasonable and couldn't help but feel relieved.

At this moment, a sudden young boy's voice sounded.

 “Dragon Flame!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the air instantly increased.

A dragon's roar sounded as muffled as a bell, and the green dragon flames followed closely behind and fell on the battlements full of soldiers.

Boom—

Dragon flames fell from the sky, swallowing up a group of soldiers in an instant, and reflecting the dark night sky into a weird green.

Until then, a huge, fuzzy figure appeared in the night sky.

 The sky above Shili City.

The glutton took advantage of the night, his dark body slowly hovering, and the mist-like green dragon flames spurted out.

"ah!…"

 “Go to the wildfire, the dragon is coming…”

 “It's too late, run away...”

On the city wall, the soldiers of the Bracken family screamed and wailed together, rolling in the dragon flames and struggling in vain.

Rhaegar, dressed in black robes, was riding on the back of a dragon, overlooking the tragedy below.

He moved his lips lightly and said, "Burn them all!"

 Speaking the coldest words, there was no wave in his heart.

 “Hiss…”

Glutton roared angrily, flapped his wings and circled over the city wall, dragon flames spurting out over and over again.

 Outside the city, three miles away.

 Samwell, Robb and others waited patiently, looking at the direction of Stonehedge City.

 A green fire light illuminated, and then the fire continued to expand.

Samwell's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Come on, everyone, surround Stonehedge City!"

 “Go for it!”

The soldiers swarmed up and ran towards Shili City.

Their task is to block the city gate and not let a single Bracken go.

 Shili City.

 The outer city wall fell into the sea of ​​fire, and the soldiers' defense was of no use, and they were all killed in the dragon's flames.

In the Wengcheng not far away, Amos looked at this scene in shock.

A huge black dragon wandered in the night sky, its flames washing the city walls as easily as a maid washing dishes.

 After regaining consciousness, Amos said angrily: "Move out the wildfire and aim at the dragon!"

 He had expected that the soldiers in the outer city would not be able to stop the dragon.

Wildfire is hiding in Wengcheng, waiting for the dragon to show up.

The soldiers obeyed and went to pull out the wildfire on a cart and carefully placed it on the catapult.

"put!"

With an order given, more than a dozen catapults were launched at once, throwing them towards the giant dragon in the night sky.

 The distance was too far, and the wildfire flew halfway and fell on the outer city wall.

Wildfire seems to be integrated into the dragon flames, indistinguishable from each other.

 This change attracted Rhaegar's attention.

With the help of the diffuse fire, Rhaegar could clearly see the catapults placed up and down the barbican city.

 “Glutton, attack the inner city!”

 “Hiss…”

The glutton's dragon flames stopped, fluttered its wings and flew towards the urn city, aiming at the catapult.

Dragon flames are extremely fast, much faster than soldiers throwing wildfire.

 Before the dragon's flames could incinerate the catapults, the high temperatures would detonate the wildfires.

 The next second.

Rumble —

Barrels of wildfire exploded. The sound of explosions resounded through Shili City, and green flames shot into the sky.

 “Ah! The wildfire exploded...”

 “It's so hot...run away...”

Wildfire spreads faster and more ferociously than a glutton's dragonfire.

 In an instant, the walls of Wengcheng were surrounded by wildfire and burned fiercely.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows, thinking that there was an unexpected gain.

Amos was indeed stupid enough to think of using wildfire to fight the dragon.

Wildfire, an unstable alchemical product, is inherently defeated by the dragon with air superiority.

Looking around, we can see that the front and back of Wengcheng were burned by wildfire.

 Listening to the shouts in the city, it seems that there are still many soldiers trapped inside.

  There is a sense of powerlessness in killing a chicken with a bull's-eye.

 After pondering for a moment, Rhaegar gave the order: "Glutton, fly to the castle!"

 There is no doubt about the adhesive nature of wildfires.

Wengcheng was surrounded by wildfire, and the people inside could not hope to escape intact.

 He is going to the Bracken family castle to fulfill his promise.

 The Bracken family's bloodline is cut off!

 The glutton flapped his wings, his eyes flashed with disgust at the wildfire, and he flew away happily.

 What garbage flame, it has the same color as its dragon flame.

  A disgusting rancid smell made the dragon gag.

 (End of this chapter)

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